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Remy LeBeau is outside sucking on a cigarette, taking a break from his GED studies. He's lost in his thoughts until abruptly pulled out of them as he sees someone passing by the window. Is that Erik Lensherr? Is that Magneto? Remy puts his cigarette down and nearly leaps out of his chair to try and get to the door before the Master of Magnetism gets out of the room to go about his business.
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Erik was just about to step outside. When Remy rushes in front of him the man stops midstride, taking a deep breath as he does so. He arches his left eyebrow then, head tilted slightly while he carefully considers Remy from head to toe. "May I help you?" Erik's voice is soft but fairly deep, distinctive in particular for the German-Polish accent he's only somewhat lost in his time in New York City. "Mr… LeBeau?" He pauses for a second there, tlting his head while he waits for confirmation.
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"Sir," Remy replies. "Remy LeBeau. Hopin' y'dun mind, sir, but ahve been hopin' to get your ear an' ask ya a few questions about some tings at some point when you got de time. I reckon y'awfully busy and will do my best t'make it quick." Although Remy has been sort of coy with some of the younger members of the team, he seems to hold Erik in high regard for some reason to be so polite. It's definitely not his style.
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"Alright. I have a few minutes now. Would you care to walk with me?" Erik indicates the doorway Remy had ducked into and then takes a deep breath. He's waiting for- oh, right. Remy is technically in the way. If and when he moves Erik will follow with long, purposeful strides and move up beside him. "How may I help? I know we haven't had much chance to talk but I'm happy to help in any way I am able."
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"Yeah, walkin' be fine." Remy strides by his side, his long legs making his movements seem languid and lazy. Now that he finally has Erik here, he's not even sure where to begin or what to ask him, really. He decides to start with the philosophical questions. "Been talkin t'yo daughta lil bit. Lorna be tellin' me a lot about your feelin's bout tings and I wanted to get yo' insight into dis place. Dunno if you know bout my history wit Raven, but ahm feelin' a bit like a fish outta water here, bein new and all. Lorna led me t'believe you an I would have a lil in common."
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"You'll notice I don't really teach any classes," Erik responds quietly, keeping his gaze focused orward for the moment as he walks along. "You've been speaking with Lorna. I'm glad to hear she's been making friends." He studies Remy in earnest now, that quiet gaze searching him from head to toe and back. There's nothing lazy or flowing about how Erik walks. He's a man with a purpose to every one of his movements.
"This place- is an ideal. The hope that mankind and mutants can come together as two communities and safely interact. Build a rapport. Charles is doing everything he can to create a Utopian society. I have my concerns about some things but I can't deny that he's already managed something incredible. A safe haven. It's… Precious." Erik's frown manages to work its ay into his otherwise matter-of-fact tone. He's not the sort to hide his thoughts. "So you were a member of the Brotherhood? Raven and I were very close once. I'm not sure how much you know."
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Gambit seems almost disappointed, but pushes it past quickly. "Raven neva did tell me too much 'bout you, otha den she seemed t'ave a lot of respect for ya," he adds. "Seem like she was 'opin you'd have been part of 'er team. Dunno dat specifically, otha den de impression ah got."
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"I probably would have. The only thing I thought the Brotherhood lacked was direction to go with their purpose. Charles is an idealist. But we've seen how idealism has gone in EUrope." Erik frowns then, glancing over at Remy as he does. "I don't like to talk ill of my friend's work. He's a remarkable man. But… Shortsighted, at time. You feel like we're treading water? That we might not accomplish what we need?" Erik is asking, though with a surety that might bely the impression. "This isn't a world that has been shaped by idealists in ivory towers, Remy. Raven and I always saw eye-to-eye on that."
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"Ah dun mean t'say I dun respect de Professa or what he's tryin' t'accomplish. All ah mean is dat I always been a guy t'go out and get tings done. Not sure dere a lot of people around here who be agreein' wit me. And, based on what yo daughta said I taught you and I might be kindred spirits in dat way," Remy says before shakin' his head. "Mean no disrespect t'you, de Professa, or yo friendship. Really jus' tryin' t'find where ah fit in all dis."
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"I couldn't agree more. We should be doing something other than… Standing here in this school. Doing nothing has never accomplished anything worth doing. Mr. LeBeau, I've been thinking about what we should go out and do next, actually. Charles wants to watch and see, hope that mutants and humans find common ground. But there are people suffering now. And we have the power." Erik stops walking then and turns so that he can properly meet Remy's eyes. "The only real question is what needs to be done. There… Are people here who agree with you, Remy. You're not alone."
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Remy seems to think on that for a moment and nods. "Dere is one more ting I need t'ask y'about sir. Res' assure' dat whateva yo' particula feelin' bout it is gun be how ah operate. Dat bein' said, ah been spendin' lotta time round yo daughta recently. Been tole by her and othas dat ye dun take too kindly to boys hangin' bout yo daughta. Wanted t'hear dat from you yoself ratha den conjectua. Dun wanna go pissin up de wrong tree. Also dun wanna believe no rumor mill."
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"There's truth to it and nontruth, as in most things." Erik's brow furrows gently at this and he tilts his head, apparently consdiedring it for a long moment. "The truth is- well. You can ask Lorna if you like. I was actually nice to her last two boyfriends. I'm deeply disappointed in Julian for leaving in the manner he did. If you do well by my daughter then there's nothing to be worried about, Remy." He takes a deep breath and holds it for a second as he adds, "She can make her own decisions. I'll spare you the speech about what happens if you hurt her because I think you already know." Erik smiles. It works with his chiseled features, though it doesn't quite banish his stern expression. "Have you ever tried… kugel?"
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"Well, I tink dat I should say dat at dis point Lorna and I are jus' friends. She a real nice girl and t'be honest, sir, she been de one most interested in spendin' time wit ole Remy since I walk in de door. So I dun mean to put no words in her mouth or nothin. She alluded t'her las' boyfriend, mebbe dat was Julian, but I dun know much bout none of that t'be honest. She just mentioned to be wary of you and yo otha daughta."
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"If you don't hurt her or do anything untoward you have nothing to be concerned over." Erik's response is frank. He nods faintly and then breathes another of those gentle sighs as he turns toward the path once more. "Relax. I haven't actually hurt one of them yet." Without so much as a twitch to show he's joking Erik then continues to walk. "Wanda is less genial than I am but she's a good person. She loves her little sister."
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"Course," Remy says with a nod. "Dat t'be expected. Ah jus' wanted t'make sure dat dere wasn't sometin I should know or, if dere was some hands off policy ah should know about…dat would be respected, 'course." He tilts his head, "D'last ting I wanted t'ask ya bout is de downstairs. I want t'be dealt in. Miss Jean play dumb when ah ask her bout it. My powerset and experience. It could help whatever happenin here."
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"Ah, you've noticed that? Excellent. I happen to agree, in fact." Erik continues his walk toward the front of the building without really slowing. They are beginning to run out of room between themselves and the parking lot. Probably two thirds of the way. "You're destined for great things. We all are. Like Gods walking among men. I'll see about getting CHarles to give you authorization."
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Remy nods, "Tank you sir. And tank you for spending some time wit me. Ah truly appreciate your time." The Cajun stops walking, realizing their conversation is beginning to come to an end. Inwardly, he's surprised as to how well it went.
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"I promise we'll talk a great deal more. I have some plans I've been considering putting into motion and I think you'd be a great asset." Erik nods once at this and then glances over the lot, eyes narrowing slightly. "I'll have to find you again soon. If you ned anything it shouldn't be hard to find me. Goodbye, Remy." He's walking toward a nearby red mustang. Well. The man clearly has money… Or magnetism powers that could literally lift a mustang convertible off the lost. Either or.
